Chapter 60: Dick's the Best Way to Reconcile Quarreling Concubines!
Ona High's greatest free man and recommender, Oppa Hyeonju, was spending a leisurely time in the teachers' lounge.
He didn't even have a teaching certification, but wandering in and out of a school that wasn't even his alma mater was only natural. That was the privilege of being a recommender.
No one could point fingers even if he strutted around the lounge a bit clumsily. The root of Ona High's existence and a figure with authority surpassing even the chairman—he was beyond reproach.
It wasn't about authority. Everyone there deeply acknowledged and admired Oppa's presence from the bottom of their hearts.
So, even if he grabbed one of the diligently working pussy teachers and used her as an onahole, it wasn't wrong at all. Especially if that teacher was Seo Min-jeong, one of his dedicated toilets.
"Oh yeah, feels good. Min-jeong's pussy is so slick yet tight—right up my alley. How do all these pussies manage to feel so similar yet totally different one by one? No wonder I can't stop deflowering new ones."
"O♥ O♥ Ooooh♥"
Min-jeong writhed her hips, letting out dumb moans with every thrust Oppa drove into her. Her plain yet elegant face twisted into that of a brainless bitch, lips pursed as she only squeaked out "O♥"—pathetic yet so damn hot. That was exactly why he'd made her his dedicated toilet.
Min-jeong wasn't the type with killer hip moves. Her inherently timid nature made it tough for her to shake her ass wildly in service of a dick. But she covered for it with her pussy's folds and that delicious fuckability. This bitch was plenty fun as a dedicated toilet.
"Mm, mm... but I should probably check on Roberta again soon, huh? Gotta see how she's settling into school life. I left her alone to help her adjust, but she'll get lonely without regular check-ins. She came all the way from abroad, after all."
He'd even assigned her to his own class out of consideration, but he couldn't help worrying. What a considerate owner, caring even for his toilet bitch's daily life.
As he thought that, Roberta surprisingly came looking for the recommender first—dragging Mira and Hyeonju along with her. That was pretty unexpected.
Roberta, leading the two who looked oddly displeased, lit up with a bright smile upon spotting him and greeted Oppa.
"There you are! They said you'd probably be fucking a pussy in the lounge by now—and they were right!"
"Heh, yeah, something like that. I'm always fucking a pussy, wherever I am."
"I see. Using that magnificent dick of yours to bring joy to all the pussies... Truly admirable."
"Nah, it's nothing special."
The man scratched his head sheepishly. Even then, his lively pistoning into Min-jeong's pussy didn't let up for a second. The slap-slap of flesh on flesh and the splashing of juices kept playing on repeat.
Roberta didn't bat an eye at it. In her mind now, the recommender and pussy-fucking were linked so closely it was practically an equal association.
"So... what's up? Dragging along two sulking pussies like that."
".........................."
Flanking Roberta, Mira and Hyeonju turned their heads away with clear discomfort. They weren't growling too fiercely in front of Oppa, but the message was loud: they wanted nothing to do with each other. And yet, left alone, one would pick a fight and they'd tear into each other without fail.
In contrast, Roberta wore a resolute expression as she made her request to Oppa.
"Yes. These two got into a fight, so I figured the recommender's dick was needed to mediate. That's why I brought them."
"Heh, is that so? My dick's needed? Why?"
To answer the recommender's question, Roberta tried to explain as simply as possible.
"Well, in Laputa, when bitches fight over a man, there's a custom to reconcile through that man's dick."
"I-I'm not fighting over Oppa or anything! What kinda nonsense is that?!"
Hyeonju jumped in, horrified at Roberta's words. It was mortifying to have it known she'd fought over Oppa. Sure, she'd come to accept her role as his flesh toilet and treat him properly, but admitting she'd fought over him was too embarrassing to bear.
Oppa, of course, had already seen right through Hyeonju's feelings like they were on the palm of his hand.
The recommender pulled out his phone and checked Roberta's settings page. He knew nothing of Laputa's customs. To add some surprise when setting her up, he'd randomized parts of it—and this was the result. He could tweak it, but that felt boring.
Instead of something lame, he decided to have some fun and asked Roberta,
"Never heard of that custom before?"
"Yes. It's from the old polygamy days. Only someone like me, trained in all of Laputa's ancient customs, would know. It's simple: when the wife, concubines, or a man's bitches fight, he has to sort it out properly with his dick. It defines a man's superiority and duty. Sadly, it's treated as a forgotten relic now."
Roberta seemed to see Mira and Hyeonju's dynamic as something like wife and concubine. Not exactly accurate, but it fit metaphorically for a dedicated toilet like Hyeonju versus Mira, who wasn't.
Nodding at the explanation, the recommender asked the parties involved,
"So, why'd you two fight this time? I've been thinking it for a while—you're always at each other's throats. Got some issue?"
Of course, he'd set the issues himself. But he'd only planted minor hang-ups, meant to spark catfights. These two seemed to have crossed that line a bit.
When he asked, Hyeonju struck first.
"I didn't do anything wrong. This bitch is just jealous of me and throwing a fit. Pissed she can't be a dedicated toilet. Time someone set her straight! She's not dedicated 'cause she's lacking, and my pussy's just that good!"
Mira startled and shot back defensively.
"Th-that's not it! She acts like a dedicated toilet but mouths off to Oppa all the time. I barely get chances to serve him, and she kicks away her blessings—it's disgusting!"
"Ha, give me a break..."
Oppa snorted in disbelief. He'd suspected as much, but damn, what a petty fight. He calmly explained to the two.
"Listen up. I pick dedicated toilets 'cause the pussy's top-tier, or the vibe's unique and I don't wanna share. So if you're dedicated, it means I love that pussy—no exceptions. No special favors. Even if Hyeonju gets bratty with me, I allow it."
"Hmph, hear that?"
Hyeonju smirked at Mira, puffing out her chest. Mira pouted, shoulders slumping.
But Oppa wasn't done—he wouldn't fully side with Hyeonju.
"That said, the reverse ain't true. Not all my favorite pussies are dedicated—some have special vibes. Take Mira: she just screams 'dirty cumrag' on sight. I enjoy that vibe. That's why she's not dedicated. A pussy slut spreading wide for any guy, then submitting completely to my one dick, making me the absolute top dog? That's its own thrill. A unique flavor you can't get from dedicated toilets."
"Y-you thought that way, Oppa! Sorry, I didn't realize your deep intentions..."
This time, Mira beamed, nodding eagerly at Oppa. Deeply moved, her eyes sparkled—literally, tears reflecting the light.
Hyeonju, meanwhile, looked a tad uncomfortable.
"Hm. Looks like neither of you really gets it deep down. Just like Roberta said. Guess I need to personally sort this traffic jam."
Oppa pulled his dick out of Min-jeong's pussy and proudly stood it up before the three. Its majestic form made pussy juice leak from all three cunts at once.
"If your heads can't get it, your wombs will. Pussies front and center, you sluts."